It’s quite the humbling experience,
That moment when we reach the bottom
Of a hole, a stack of cards or the whisky bottle,
But then the rise can be quite meteoric,
A red balloon swollen with a puff of helium,
Sending us in upward spirals quicker than
We ever thought that day we sat
Sobbing on a plastic chair with several kids
Peeping in and wondering why
Miss is crying. She’s a grown up, isn’t she?
It feels so nice, now I’m back,
But caution must be exercised
As red balloons can burst so easily,
Shriveled skins that float back down to earth,
Way too arrogant to fly too far away.
I was literally sobbing in a classroom just two days ago. My head did that thing where it runs away with itself and tells me that not only am I bad at my job, but also nobody likes me and I’m about as evil as you can get.
I felt like I was at rock bottom and even the following day I felt flat and washed out. But then today was great and it felt like Tuesday was just a distant memory.
It just goes to show how quickly we can forget, which is quite a skill. I’m still not sure if it makes us really clever or really stupid as a species, but today I’m quite thankful.
I do know that I have to keep these rises in mood in check though. It is definitely easy to get carried away and to end up getting so high you just pop. I’ve seen it quite a lot with people who are coming back from the dark place that alcohol can take us. People who feel too good, too quick and ultimately end up picking up the drink again.
We are human, and we are supposed to suffer. It’s part of the process. We’re allowed to have highs but we need to be ready for that pop. So my advice would be to enjoy responsibly.